unscrupulous pregnant woman

Han Yang sat outside the door for a whole night, while Cheng Yuan in the room was restless and stayed up all night.

Until 05:30 in the morning, Cheng Yuan was going to the construction site to start work. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Han Yang sitting pitifully on the steps, with his head leaning against the wall and his brows knit together, looking extremely uncomfortable.

With a thump in his heart, he raised his foot to Han Yang's side. He wanted to kick him with his toe, but the foot stopped in mid-air as soon as he stretched out.

Han Yang's sleeping appearance is a bit pitiful, like a fiery red fox that has shed the protective umbrella that usually stretches its teeth and claws, and it is even more painful when it is obedient and quiet.

Cheng Yuan bent down and squatted down, drawing Han Yang's facial features with his eyes in an unclear manner.

He couldn't help thinking, if this little fox who usually only wags his tail and makes trouble can be so obedient forever, then it shouldn't be a bad thing even if he really bends for him one day.

Just as he was lost in thought, Han Yang opened his eyes unexpectedly, was stunned when he saw him, and then giggled twice.

Cheng Yuan stretched out his hand to pinch the flesh on his cheek, and pulled it a little harder: "Why are you smirking?"

"I had a dream about you yesterday. When you knelt down, you had to kiss my right foot. Do you know that? In Indian etiquette, this is the highest royal treatment."

Cheng Yuan's face darkened: "It's hopeless." He stood up and was about to go downstairs when Han Yang grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"Later, I dreamed that you were holding that little bitch in your arms, and you didn't even look at me. I called you, called you, but you ignored me."

Hearing his words, Cheng Yuan felt uncomfortable. Both of them were angry last night, and Han Yang's words didn't leave any room for it. No matter how good his temper is, it is inevitable that he will be disappointed.

But after a night, Cheng Yuan is not the kind of person who cares about everything, especially when he meets Han Yang, who loves to play tricks, there is nothing he can do about him.

"Stop talking nonsense, get up, wash your face and go to work."

Not only did Han Yang not get up, but he hugged Cheng Yuan's legs with both hands, and rubbed his face on his pants twice: "Fortunately, it was just a dream. If you really don't want me, get along with that little bitch, and I'll give you up." Cut this thing off and make soup." As he spoke, he patted Cheng Yuan's crotch twice.

"But I'm not willing. Although you are cold to me, but looking at the size of your tendon and the protruding crotch, you know that it must be a good job. I am reluctant to cook soup."

Han Yang's words became more and more out of bounds, and Cheng Yuan realized that something was wrong, the temperature from his thigh was abnormally high.

He immediately reached out and touched Han Yang's forehead, and it was really hot.

Come on, the person who co-authored it is crazy.

Cheng Yuan hugged Han Yang back to the room with both hands and feet, and called the foreman to ask for leave.

Seeing that person's face flushed red, I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

If it is guilt, he is more or less a little bit, but this complicated feeling is mixed with something else.

Cheng Yuan didn't want to think too much, and didn't dare to think too much.I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, I will fall into the gentle village Han Yang created for him.

In short, he can only blame himself for kicking people out even if he was angry last night.

"Fool, don't know how to find a hotel by yourself? If you have to sit at the door overnight, you deserve to have a fever." Cheng Yuan seemed to be talking to himself, and he quickly took off the clothes that Han Yang had worn all night, and then put them on People tucked into the quilt, and then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.

The air conditioner is seriously aging, and the temperature has not come up for half a day, but the humming noise can be heard from three buildings.

Han Yang wrapped the quilt tightly, and hummed twice in dissatisfaction.

"There are so many problems." Standing by the bed, Cheng Yuan looked at the pale Han Yang with a dark face, and could only sigh, and turned off the air conditioner that was screaming and protesting.

Turning around and going into the kitchen, Han Yang made a bowl of porridge and came out after a short meeting. Han Yang smelled the aroma and poked his head out of the cup in a daze, eyes still closed, humming twice in his nose.

Cheng Yuan has never seen such a coquettish man. Different from the appalling greasy and disgusting image, Han Yang's seeming coquettishness is formed from being spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, which is very natural.

Han Yang only felt that he was being helped to sit up in his sleep, and he immediately stretched out his hands to wrap around Cheng Yuan's waist, put half of his face on the hard chest, and rubbed it twice in satisfaction.

I thought maliciously in my heart, who asked him to kick himself out in the middle of the night?He deserved to serve him like a cow or a horse.

"Wake up, eat the porridge." Cheng Yuan said.

"Ah——" Han Yang opened his mouth wide, closed his eyes and begged for food.

Cheng Yuan thought he didn't care, and stared at him for a long time, finally resigned to his fate, filled a spoonful of porridge, and fed it into Han Yang's mouth.

"It's tasteless, next time put some shrimp and green vegetables in the porridge."

"Do you want to eat?" Cheng Yuan said harshly.

Han Yang curled his lips: "Why is it so fierce? If it weren't for you, would I have a fever? Now let you make some porridge and feed me. Are you so fierce? The bastard has no conscience."

Cheng Yuan stared at him, and gave him a mouthful of discouragement after a long while: "Let's finish this meal first, and I'll cook something delicious for you in the evening."

"I want to eat coke chicken wings."

"You're a patient—"

"And sweet and sour pork ribs."

"You are not suitable for eating dishes that are too strong."

"Let's have braised prawns again."

"…………"

"Cough, cough, it's too uncomfortable." Han Yang didn't know the truth, but his face flushed from coughing, and finally he leaned weakly on Cheng Yuan's shoulder, dying:

"It's just such a small request that no one has satisfied. Forget it, I'd better go back to the company and lie down. You don't like to take me in anyway." As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Cheng Yuan's face became darker and darker, he took his hand and stuffed him into the quilt again, and forced him to feed him some porridge:

"Lie down well, I'll make it for you at night."

"Okay!" Han Yang chuckled twice, opened his mouth obediently and waited for the feeding.

A small bowl of porridge was eaten up in a short time.

Uncle Han was fed comfortably, and Cheng Yuan also began to feel a little strange that he inadvertently enjoyed the feeling of feeding Han Yang mouthful after mouthful.

Looking at those two thin lips and the small tip of his tongue sticking out while eating porridge, he couldn't help but feel his crotch harden.

If it was my big baby, let Han Yang kneel at his feet and raise his head, stick out the tip of his tongue to lick himself until he feels good, and then spray the obscene white turbidity on his heinous face.

"Hey, what are you thinking with your face full of spring?" Han Yang blushed, pushed him twice with his elbow, stretched out a hand between his legs disobediently, raised his eyebrows and joked:

"I'm a patient now, and I can't accompany you to do sex/sex things, but wait for me to recover..."

"Nonsense!" Cheng Yuan came back to his senses and immediately grabbed Han Yang's disobedient hand, then flung it away rudely, then hurriedly cleaned up the dishes, and turned around to tell Han Yang:

"Sleep well." He hurriedly left the bedroom.

Han Yang looked at his flustered back and smacked his lips.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that you are usually serious, but the cold Cheng Mutou suddenly shows a flustered and shy look...

It's so cute!

He got back under the quilt, rolled himself into the shape of a big shrimp, then secretly took out his mobile phone, found Li Zong and Qin Shi's WeChat, and silently sent a sentence:

"The first battle was successful!"